The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-10-07

II have business with your leading
lady-Miss Devereat,x," said Mr.. Raw
linson, quietly, referring to the play
bill. Can see herr"
The manager was plainly no gentle.
man himself but he know one when
he saw him. Something in the man.
ner OF the other impressed him.
THAT'S Ned Blake's wife," he said.
"rhe fact is" and the manager
laughed, Ned is as jealous fool,
and makes all kind OF rows in the
company. I'll speak to him.
Three minutes after the Ingomar OF
half an hour before entered. The in
terval between the stage and real one
had been brief one; but not too briel
to allow Mr.. Blake to become decided
ly drunk. His eyes were bloodshot.
his tongue thick, his gait uncertain,
"Wha-a you want O. my wife?" he
clustered. At the sight OF Mr.. Raw
linson his legs and his voice abruptly
paused.
al want Ethel-not you. Send her
here"
He left the room at once. When he
next entered he was following Parthe-
MIA in diflident way.
With the paint and powder removed,
she was still handsome woman OF
thirty, pale and thin, with great speak.
ing eyes which at once made me under
stand the chief charm OF her stage
presence.
She saw Mr.. Rawlinson; she gave
O. cry and started toward him with
open arms.
80, father!"
"Wait!"
"He stood with his arms folded. She
paused. He spoke very gently but
firmly, as 1 had never heard him
speak.
81 want to takeyou back, my child;
my heart is hungry for you. But you
must leave this worthless creature.
Will your"
She looked from father to husband.
The struggle was fierce but brief. She
went to Blake as he leaned against
the wall and clasped her hands on his
shoulder.
"He is my husband" she simply
said.
"Strike the old man for money" /
plainly heard from him, in a sepul-
chral whisper.
John Rawlinson groaned as he left
the room and the house, looking
neither to the right nor left. follow.
ed him in silence. AS he strobe on,
and as | bestirred myself 70 overtake
him, a shout followed us. | looked
back and saw Edward Blake lurchiDg
heavily along.
Cant you do something for a fell
low, Mr.. RawlsT he hiccouehed.
"Say fifty--or-or-"
Something like an oath came from
the man addressed, as he disappeared
in the darkness.
He had already gone up to his room
when reached the hotel, and l did
not disturb him--as, indeed, had
no excuse to do so. He came down
to breakfast the next morning, look
ing as solid and impressive as usual
But the bootblack told me afterward
that as he went his rounds very ear
ly, he heard somebody in room IT
walking the floor and groaning.
Two men sitting opposite us con-
versed so loudly that we heard all
they said.
"Hear the play last nightY"
eyes | reckon the afterpiece was
rather better"
"Afterpiece? There wasn't anyf
1T happened over at the Windsor,
where theactors stop. The leading man
is drunken brute; the women with the
fiue figure and eyes is his wife. 1t APP
pears her father, some rich old hunks,
hunted her up, and wanted her to
come back home to him. She
wouldn't leave her husband-iust like
a womanl-and he got into a drunken
rage because she wouldn't strike the
old man for money. He chased her
through the hall, and fell down stairs.
The scoundrel broke his neek-and it
served him right"
"Kill him."
Eyes"
With pale and rigid face Mr.. Rawlin
son rose from the table. He looked
toward me. / understood it. We
walked over to the Windsor without
word. In the room where we had
left her the nigst before we found
Ethel Blake, sitting by her worthless
clay as it waited for the coffin. She
saw her father, and this time she fell
upon his breast. saw there what l
would not have believed the day be-
fore could ever happen.
John Rawlinson criedl
20 Ethel, what misery you have
causedl' the strong man sobbed.
"You broke your poor mothers heart.
You ruined our happy home. You
made me wretched wanderer. What
did you get for all this2"
Should the years Of Methusaleh be
mine, | shall never forget how she
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